Behind Closed Doors by missinformation

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 10/12/2005
Last Updated: 13/01/2006
Status: Completed

What goes on behind closed doors...(sequel to Truth or Dare) ....."Starting at the dimple
just below the base of her back, he licked a slow line along her spine..." **still OOC**




1. Back Lit
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**A/N:** Ok, so I decided to write a sequel. hehe. This picks up right where Truth or Dare
ended. It's not necessary to read Truth or Dare, but it will help to understand what's
already transpired so far. It will flip flop between being outside Harry's room and inside the
room. Also, just a refresher on what Hermione's dress looks like. I tried to fit it back into
this story, but it didn't really work, so here it is:

*Her dress was dark brown, which matched her eyes. It was a sensible length, cutting off just
above her knees, and had a modest scoop at the neck. The straps were wide in the front, but became
very thin once they hit the top of her shoulders, and traveled to the very low cut back, which
ended just above the small of her back. From the front, it definitely screamed Hermione, but once
she turned around, it screamed something else entirely.*

I've decided to establish a link to the song “Sugar Water” by Cibo Matto, just so you can
hear the song and get a better understanding of why I am using it for both this fic, and “Truth or
Dare”.

http://www.wickedcamaro.com/Cibo%20matto%20-%20sugar%20water.mp3

*Disclaimer: I still don't own J.K. Rowling's characters…oh well!*

**Behind Closed Doors**

*Chapter 1:* *Back Lit*

As soon as they had heard the retreating footsteps of their friends, three curious girls opened
the door to the spare bedroom, their heads barely visible from behind it. Ginny, Luna, and Lavender
watched silently as Harry waved his free hand over his own doorknob and ventured inside, Hermione
close on his heels. They could not help but giggle quietly as they heard the tell-tale clicks of
charms working on the door as it locked behind the couple.

“Silly witches! Close the door and stop ogling over those two!” Draco said with a smirk. “Let
them have a little bit of privacy. It's not like you don't know what's about to happen,
for heaven's sake!”

“Sod off, Draco! If we want to be Peeping Tom's, then leave us to it,” Ginny pouted. “Wait…a
Peeping Tom is a guy. What do you call a girl who's eavesdropping on her best friends?”

“Aside from a stalker?” Ron quipped.

“A Peeping…no, wait. There are no good feminine versions of Tom, are there?” Luna shrugged.
“Perhaps a Peeping Tamara then?”

“No, I don't like the sound of that. We'll find a suitable title for it later,” Ginny
said, sounding a bit annoyed. “Right now, I'm dying to know what's going on in there!”

She paused for a moment, her brows knitted together in thought. Her eyes opened wide as a
brilliant idea came to her.

“Lav, Luna, I have a brilliant idea! We—that is, the three of us—should go stand outside
Harry's bedroom door and see if we can hear anything.”

“How is that a brilliant idea?” Seamus asked, obviously perplexed.

“It just is! Come on, girls. I happen to have a pair of Fred and George's Extendable Ears
with me, so we can hear everything they say,” Ginny said as she rummaged through her bag for the
device in question.

Once she found it, she and her accomplices crept quietly down the hall to the locked door. Ginny
divided the string into three separate pieces, and handed one each to the girls so they could all
listen.

*****

*(meanwhile, on the other side of the door)*

As soon as the door had closed behind them, Harry had put up privacy charms as well as a
silencing charm, ensuring their seclusion. As soon as he had finished this, he turned around and
was surprised to see Hermione less than a millimeter away from him, so close that their noses
almost touched.

“Hi,” she said in a breathy tone, an uncertain smile spreading across her face and a slight
blush creeping up her neck.

“Hi,” Harry whispered.

“So…um…where were we?” she inquired, looking deep into his emerald eyes.

Harry cleared his throat nervously, then said, “Well, you were in a chair and I was giving you a
massage.”

“A *sensual* massage,” Hermione corrected him.

She looked over her shoulder to the desk and chair in the corner; the cherry-stained mahogany
wood gleamed under the dim light of a small lamp. She eyed it with determination, then slowly
walked towards it, butterflies dancing in her stomach. She tentatively ran her finger across its
smooth surface.

“This is a beautiful desk, Harry. Where did you get it?” Hermione asked in a soft voice.

As Harry watched Hermione make her way over to it, he couldn't help but be entranced by the
sight before him. The way the light shone around her delicate frame seemed to give her an ethereal
appearance; she looked like a misplaced angel.

“It was my mum's,” Harry said, his voice a bit strained from nerves. “Do you remember the
summer we went to Godric's Hollow for the first time? When we were at my mum and dad's
house searching for clues that might lead us to the horcruxes, I saw it in their bedroom.”

Hermione looked at him over her shoulder, not quite able to read his expression. He came up
beside her, then brought his fingers to an almost invisible engraving on the back of the chair. She
looked at the etching and immediately knew what it meant.

Then, she lightly placed her own fingers over Harry's, and they gently traced the letters.
`L.E.P.'

“Lily Evans Potter,” Hermione said softly.

Harry just nodded his head, a small smile gracing his face, his peaceful expression allowing her
access to the once closed compartment of his orphaned past.

“It's absolutely gorgeous,” she said, and looked up into his face. The moment she gazed into
his glistening emerald eyes, the knots in her stomach began to loosen, and she placed a light kiss
on the back of his hand while squeezing it reassuringly.

There was a brief silence. Neither was quite sure what to do next. He hesitantly pulled the
chair out for her, turning it sideways like the one in the lounge had been.

“Thank you,” she said as she took her seat.

“You're welcome.”

Once Hermione had actually sat down, the brief moment of comfort Harry had felt when she had
kissed his hand vanished under the pounding of his heart. In an attempt to regain his footing he
tapped the clock radio on the desk, and music filled the room. The song that was playing was
definitely not appropriate for the situation in which they were. He continued to tap the radio,
trying desperately to find a more fitting song. He found he was quickly running out of
stations.

*****

*(outside the room)*

“What the hell is he doing in there? That kind of blaring music is sure to kill the mood!” Ginny
exclaimed to her eavesdropping cohorts.

“I wonder if I could set the music from out here?” Lavender pondered aloud.

With a flick of her wrist and a wave of her wand, she managed to change the station from outside
the door. It was no mere coincidence that the song just beginning to play was the one from earlier
in the evening. All three girls sighed as the music began to swell from within the room.

*****

*(back inside the room)*

“How odd. What are the chances of finding that song on the radio again?” Hermione asked as soon
as she heard the unmistakable melody with which she was now so in love.

“I dunno, but I think it will work, don't you?”

“Absolutely,” Hermione said with a sigh.

Then, she suddenly stood up. Harry was a bit shocked by this.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing. I just wanted to get a bit more comfortable,” she said.

She picked up the chair and turned it so its back faced the desk while she now stood to its
right. Seductively, Hermione picked up the hem of her dress and slid it slowly up her thighs,
draping her left leg over the seat and sinking down, her back still to Harry. Harry gulped as he
saw she was now straddling his chair. He watched as she gathered her hair and put it back up with
the clip, then rested her chin on her folded arms, which were slung across the back of the
seat.

She was inhaling deeply, her back rising and falling gently with each breath. Harry just stood
there, his mouth open slightly. He took a step towards her, feeling terribly intimidated at the
moment. He shook his head and took the final steps to stand directly behind her. As the first
chorus of `la, la, la' broke out, his hands met the bare skin of her shoulders.

She was just as hot as when he had laid his hands upon her in the lounge. He felt his skin would
burst into flames if he continued to touch her, but was too immersed in feeling it to take his
hands away. *`I can always be tak**en* *to St. Mungo's for third degree
burns,'* he thought. *`I've heard they have an excellent burn ward there.'*

His hands started in the same place as before, his fingers snaking under the straps of her
dress, tensing and relaxing over her shoulders. And again, just like before this elicited soft
moans from Hermione. He moved from her shoulders to her neck, his thumbs making deep circles at its
base and moving upward.

“Hmmm.”

Harry let his hands roam down her neck once more, finding a place between her shoulder blades.
Her back seemed strange and yet hauntingly familiar after their first encounter.

“Lower, Harry.” she whispered, almost inaudibly.

“What?” Harry asked, thinking he had imagined hearing anything at all.

“I said go lower, Harry.”

“How's this?” he inquired, his hands now halfway down her back.

Hermione shook her head. “No, lower,” she breathed.

Harry let his hands slide down her back until he felt her nod her head in approval. His hands
were now at the small of her back, exactly where they had been when he stopped earlier. He resumed
making small circles with his thumbs at the base of her back. He leaned in, his weight gently
pressing against her. His breath was once again hot on her neck, giving her goose bumps.

“Oh, Harry. That feels wonderful,” she said with a sigh.

Her eyes were tightly closed as she turned her head to the right, still resting it on her folded
arms. Harry watched her as she sat before him, and licked his lips. Her ear looked so appetizing.
He laid a trail of kisses from the base of her neck to just below her right earlobe. She moaned
softly as his lips made contact with the area just below her earlobe, and then shuddered
slightly.

Harry's fingers were now tracing light lines up her exposed spine as he licked and kissed at
the sensitive area beneath her ear.

*****

*(outside the room)*

“Oh, it's starting to sound really good in there!” Ginny said in a hushed voice.

“What are you going to do when the song ends?” Luna inquired of Lavender.

“It won't,” she winked. “I have it set to repeat itself. I don't really think
they'll even notice to be perfectly honest.”

*****

*(meanwhile, back inside the room)*

Harry was now kissing his way down Hermione's spine while his fingers traced the crevice of
her open-backed dress, which dipped dangerously low. He was still surprised Hermione would wear
such a provocative outfit. He couldn't believe that it only zipped up to the small of her back.
From the front it didn't look quite as sexy.

As if replaying the previous scene in his head, he let his fingers guide the zipper of her dress
towards the floor, revealing light pink lace. The material was so light that he had to do a double
take to make sure she was wearing anything under the dress at all. Licking his lips hungrily, he
let them wander below the back of her dress towards the band of her panties. Pulling the elastic
back gently, he let his tongue invade the once-covered area.

Starting at the dimple just below the base of her back, he licked a slow line along her spine.
He was very interested in the effects this had on her body. Each time his tongue traveled north or
south along that splendid line she would shiver uncontrollably. He loved making her lose control.
Even more than making her lose control, he loved the sounds that his tongue was causing. *`If
she's making these sounds with my licking just her back, imagine what sounds she'll make
when I do* other *things,'* he thought, waggling his eyebrows suggestively to no one in
particular.

*****

And so ends Chapter 1. Many thanks to **robinsinn** for being such awesome beta for chapter
1! Please remember to R & R!

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2. I Spy
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A/N: Hi again! Welcome to chapter 2! I've included an * in the chapter as a reference guide.
I put the info for it at the bottom. :) There will definitely be a 3rd chapter (which
has already been started), and should hopefully be up in a few days, but may be delayed due to
Christmas. Enjoy and thanks for reading (and reviewing)!

**Chapter 2: I Spy**

*(Outside)*

The three spies sighed in unison as Harry told Hermione the history of the desk.

“I knew they'd gone to his mum and dad's house during the summer after their sixth year,
but I didn't realize Harry had brought anything back from there. From what Ron told me, the
place was in shambles,” Ginny said thoughtfully to her friends.

“I can only imagine the pain he must feel when he thinks about his parents,” Lavender said,
sorrow evident in her voice.

“He seems to be taking things well at the moment,” Luna reflected. “I mean, Hermione is getting
louder, and I'm sure it's all Harry's doing.”

They all looked down at the small pool of light emitting underneath Harry's door. With their
Extendable Ears placed just inside the bedroom, the girls could easily hear Hermione's
enthusiastic responses.

“Oh—to be a fly on that wall!” Lavender mused.

Smiling mischievously at Lavender, Ginny sprang to her feet and ran as quietly as she could down
the hall to the spare room. A few moments later she returned, holding something silver in her
hand.

“Not a fly exactly, but we can be a *B.U.G.*,” Ginny replied, her wicked grin widening.

“What's that?” Lavender inquired.

“It's not a nestle-toed snargle, is it?” Luna asked in her usual mysterious voice.

“A wha—no, no. It's a *B.U.G.* or a Brilliantly Undetectable Gadget; it's a
creation of Fred and George's. Back in my third year during the Triwizard Tournament, when Rita
Skeeter was posing as a beetle to get her stories—that's when they came up with the idea.
They're still testing it right now, but they gave me one to try. And this seems like the
perfect time to experiment with it!” Ginny said.

“So, er…” Lavender said, her eyebrows disappearing behind her fringe, “what exactly does it
do?”

“Well,” Ginny said, holding up the silver beetle-shaped device, “it is a piece of surveillance
equipment. It captures both audio and video, and transmits it to a separate receiver. And it's
really cool how Fred and George disguised them as beetles so that anyone who might see them would
think they're just an insect.”

“But how can that *not* be noticed, love? It's silver!” Lavender said.

“Because this”—Ginny held up the *B.U.G.*—“uses the same technology as Fred and
George's Shield Hats; they become invisible once activated. Which is why they're called
`Brilliantly Undetectable,'” she said, blowing raspberries at Lavender.

And with that Ginny activated the little *B.U.G.* with her wand just as Hermione let out a
gasp from the other side of the door.

*****

*(Inside)*

Harry's delicate licking of her spine had caused Hermione to forget everything else; so when
Harry's hands snaked into her dress and reached around to her lower abdomen, she gasped in
surprise as the electricity coursing through his skin transferred into hers. She suddenly
experienced a new sensation, like that of electrified butterflies twirling out of control in her
stomach, spreading to the tips of her fingers and toes. Quick as lightning, she straightened up in
the chair.

“Oh God,” Hermione said into her arm, “Harry!”

“Hermmm-mione,” he whispered against her back.

Hermione bit her lip as Harry's right hand, and then his left, crept up her stomach, making
their way around her side and down her back, gently squeezing her soft skin. Harry inhaled deeply,
drunk on her intoxicating scent of sweet peas*.

“You smell so good,” Harry whispered, his mouth still against her, his words vibrating against
her lower back, tickling and teasing her with a single breath.

Their collective nervousness melted as he became more daring. Hermione writhed in the chair as
Harry's palms made a few more circles on her stomach. Then, as if in a dance only they knew,
his hands traveled upwards, beneath the thin straps that clung to her dampening skin, while her
arms came down to her sides.

Harry kissed a final line up her spine, his lips following his trailing fingers that peaked at
her shoulders. As he pushed her dress strap aside, he kissed her now bare right shoulder. Hermione
tilted her head to the right as Harry moved his hands down her arms, gently raised her to her feet,
and turned her around to face him.

Hermione closed her eyes as Harry leaned into her, their lips meeting, neither hesitating to
allow the other access. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, her fingers finding
refuge in his untamable hair.

Feeling that she would drown if she did not hold on as tightly as she could, she leaned into
Harry with all of her weight. She moaned his name against his lips, her right hand caressing his
neck. She found the collar of his shirt and traced down it to the first button, which she then
proceeded to undo with remarkable stealth. Gracefully, she guided her fingers down the row, each
small plastic nub succumbing to her, eventually losing the battle of clothing Harry.

Once the buttons were undone, Hermione slipped a hand just above Harry's pants and ran it up
his stomach. Surprised, Harry's breath caught in his chest, while his hands, which had been
resting on her upper back, traveled first to her waist, gripping it gently, before coming to rest
just above her arse.

Hermione broke the kiss but her lips never left his skin. She kissed along his jaw line, down
his neck, and across his shoulder. Her finger traced a line from his chest to his navel, and then
teasingly ran it along the waist of his trousers, letting it slip slightly under the band. In
response Harry's hands moved over her arse and cupped it gently.

*****

*(Outside)*

Just as the *B.U.G.* crawled under Harry's bedroom door, Ginny motioned for Lavender
and Luna to follow her as she leapt to her feet and hurried down the hall to the guest room,
quickly shutting the door behind them.

“Back so soon? Don't tell me Harry's a minute man!” Draco exclaimed, trying to hide his
laughter.

Ginny gave him a contemptuous look, “No. Smart arse. Remember the *B.U.G.* Fred and George
gave me to try? Well, I've found the perfect use for it!”

Ginny rummaged through her bag once more before pulling out a small silver box. She tapped the
lid of the box with her wand, causing it to open. As the lid lifted, the box itself began to
increase in size until its full contents were visible. From inside it, Ginny pulled out a flat
panel monitor and two speakers. She quickly invoked a Silencing Charm on the closed door, then
activated the unit.

Everyone in the room gathered around the screen as it came to life, displaying two figures in a
dimly lit room. One person had their back turned to the eager viewers; the other remained hidden by
the first. Ginny shook her head disdainfully and tapped her wand to the screen. This brought
forward a directional control panel with four arrows pointed outward in a cross shape, resembling a
compass. Ginny then tapped her wand on the left arrow, which in turn moved the *B.U.G.* to the
left as well, its handy cloaking charm preventing the two figures in the bedroom from noticing
it.

The spectators now had a clear view of both Harry and Hermione; everyone crowded around the
monitor, watching with interest. Ginny turned up the volume on the speakers and tapped the screen
again to access a second control panel. From this panel she selected the focus option and zoomed in
on the unfolding scene.

*****

*(Inside)*

Hermione placed both palms on Harry's firm stomach and slid them up slowly, completely
exposing his chest. She felt the shirt catch from where it was tucked into his trousers and pulled
it up and out. Once it hung free, she slid her hands up and over his shoulders, allowing the shirt
to fall to the floor.

As Hermione removed his clothing, Harry let his arms fall to his sides. As soon as the fabric
left his skin, his hands sought refuge on her hips. In turn Hermione held Harry at arm's length
and stepped back slightly to take in this new vision before her. She smiled timidly, drinking in
the expanse of his bare chest and stomach. Their eyes met for a moment, full of unspoken
desire.

Then, Hermione kissed a line from Harry's left collarbone to his right. Languidly, she moved
down his torso, kissing his pecs and flicking her tongue around his erect nipples, her nimble
fingers deftly removing his belt.

Her hand slipped into his pants once more; her lips met his again in desperation. She pulled him
closer until their bodies were flush. Still cupping her arse, Harry pulled her equally tight to
him, deepening the kiss. His palms slid deliberately up the slope of her back, and his fingers
laced over the thin straps of her dress, barely brushing her skin, causing her to shudder under his
touch.

Continuing upward without pause, Harry slipped the tiny strips of fabric off her shoulders,
kissing from her jaw line to her neck. Hermione moaned softly as her dress slipped down her body,
exposing her bare breasts.

She lifted her arms slowly, releasing them from the confines of the straps. Harry marveled at
her beautifully exposed form; he'd never witnessed anything so awe-inspiring. Hermione cupped
his face in her hands; she licked his lips seductively. As she pressed her bare chest to his, she
bit her lip. The feel of his searing skin against her generated a surge of pain and pleasure unlike
any she had experienced before.

Harry's hands nestled in the folds of her dress, now gathered at her hips. Hermione placed
her hands over his and guided them past her curves, stripping her clothing in their wake. The light
fabric fell silently to the floor around Hermione's feet. She stepped out of it slowly and
nudged it to the side with one high-heeled shoe.


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* Sweet Pea is a very fragrant flower used for perfumes.

Once again, thanks to my great beta's! I have 3, Robin, Alicia, & Chris, who are all
wonderful! And thanks to Chris for helping develop the idea of B.U.G.s!

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3. The Calm before the Storm
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A/N: I have been told on more than one occasion (by one person in particular-you know who you
are! :p) that I give too many details…but sometimes those details are needed. And sometimes, I just
really like the thing I'm describing! It's a mixed case w/Hermione's shoes. Since she
is slightly shorter than Harry these shoes will put them at about eye level to each other. They are
being portrayed exactly as they are described on the website link I've provided. :)

http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/9268489/c/89.html

*****

**Chapter 3:** **The Calm before the Storm**

*(Inside spare room)*

Ten pairs of eyes were glued to the screen as they watched in silence. Parvati and Padma stared
in wide-eyed shock as they watched Hermione unbutton then remove Harry's shirt. Draco scoffed
when the girls began to “ooh” and “aah” at Harry's naked torso.

“Oh, please! Stop drooling, you'll cause a short in the equipment,” Draco chided them
playfully. “He's not even that good-looking.”

“He's bloody sexy!” Padma exclaimed, to everyone's surprise.

“Ha! What's the matter, Draco? Jealous?” Ginny teased, waggling her eyebrows.

“Bloody hell, woman! Have you gone mental? Of course I'm not jealous!” Draco shot back, a
look of mock disgust etched on his face.

“Oh my God!” Lavender exclaimed in a shocked voice.

“What is it?!” Ginny asked, her eyes wide and a look of horror distorting her pretty
features.

“Harry just took off Hermione's dress! Oh my God!” Lavender squealed, then added, “Did
anyone notice the shoes Hermione's wearing? Very nice.” She nodded her head in approval.

“What?! Damn it all! I missed that?! Can you rewind it?” Draco asked, a note of pleading in his
voice.

Ginny rolled her eyes at Draco as she tapped the screen once again with her wand, closing the
two original control panels and replacing them with a third. She tapped the screen again and a
small window popped up.

“It's a picture within a picture! Isn't that just neat?” Ginny exclaimed as she set the
new window to rewind and replay the scene. “There. Are you happy now, baby?” she cooed.

“Yes, very much so, love,” Draco replied in an uncharacteristically sweet voice.

Ron got quietly to his feet and walked to his tent on the other side of the room. Luna followed
him a few moments later.

“What's wrong, dear?” Luna asked him softly.

“We shouldn't be watching that. That's my two best mates. It's wrong of us to watch
them,” Ron said softly. He hesitated for a moment, then continued. “But I want to make sure he
doesn't hurt her or take advantage of her. I know she's a grown woman and can take care of
herself, but I still worry about her. She's like a sister to me.” He looked to Luna, asking her
with his eyes what he should do.

“I understand, Ron. You have good intentions for them both, but you know that neither would hurt
the other. Why don't you come back over and sit. You don't have to watch all of it, you
don't even have to watch any of it if you don't want.”

She took his hand in hers, and they turned to join the others. Ron was about to reply that he
trusted them both when a pillow came flying towards them.

“You big git! Get back over here!” Seamus called across the room, smiling broadly. “Or I'll
throw another pillow at you!”

Ron threw the pillow back at him as he and Luna returned to their spot on the floor.

*****

*(Harry's Room)*

With her hands still over his, Hermione led Harry's up her slender thighs and placed them
back on her hips. Then, she placed her own hands on his shoulders, letting them fall in a loose
grip down his toned arms. At the crook of his elbow, she teasingly allowed her nails to barely
graze the skin of his forearms. It was Harry's turn to shudder under her tantalizing touch.

Harry buried his face in Hermione's neck as the shiver she had induced rocked his body. Her
name escaped his lips in a trembling voice. Hermione then maneuvered her arms between Harry's,
unbuttoned his slacks, and undid the zip. She looped her index fingers into the belt loops and
tugged down gently, knowing that this would not remove them though rather enjoying teasing him all
the same.

Just as Hermione had done moments before with her dress, Harry took her hands in his and placed
them on his hips, and then helped her to guide his stubborn trousers down his muscular frame. He
eagerly kicked off his shoes, nudging them and his discarded shirt into the small pile of clothing
that was starting to form by their feet.

Their hands still together, Harry started to lead them back up his thighs, but Hermione suddenly
stopped and let her fingers walk over the silken fabric of Harry's boxers before cupping his
arse in her hands, kneading it playfully. She pulled herself as tightly to him as she could manage,
relishing in the feel of the silky material against her burning skin.

Harry captured Hermione's soft lips with his own and lifted her gently off the ground. Her
toes dangled just above the floor. As Harry slowly moved them towards the bed, Hermione's hands
automatically moved to his shoulders for support, their kiss never ending.

“Where are you taking me, Mr. Potter?” Hermione murmured against his lips.

“Anywhere you want to go, Ms. Granger,” he replied in the same muffled tone.

“Then take me to bed, Harry,” she whispered in his ear, nibbling the lobe tenderly.

“Hmmm…in due time, love,” he replied quietly, gently setting her on the soft bed.

Harry knelt down on one knee opposite her, placing one of her heels on his other knee.

*****

(*Spare Room)*

“I think I am going to throw up!” Draco said, a look of disgust on his face.

Padma look at him with a shocked and concerned expression as Ginny rolled her eyes again.

“Are you ok, Draco? Why do you think you're going to be sick?” Padma asked.

“All that mushy rubbish Harry's spewing in there! It's making me sick.” Draco replied,
as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Ginny scoffed and said, “I think it's sweet.” The girls in the room all nodded in
agreement.

“Wow, is it getting *hot* in here?” Lavender asked, winking suggestively at Seamus.

Seamus tugged at the collar of his night shirt. “Yes, yes it is.”

Lavender stood up at that moment and motioned for Seamus to do the same. Grabbing a handful of
his night shirt she pulled him playfully to their tent. The last thing the group heard was the
zipping of the tent door and a Silencing Charm being muttered. Within a few minutes the only people
still *awake* were Draco, Ginny, Ron, and Luna.

“I think it's time we turn in, Ron,” Luna said, giving her boyfriend a look that indicated
this was not a suggestion.

Ron nodded his head, turning to Ginny and Draco.

“You guys should shut that thing off and go to bed too. It's obvious that it works fine.
Though I'm not sure that this is what Fred and George had in mind when they made
*B.U.G.s*,” Ron said, shaking his head as he followed Luna to their tent.

The four exchanged `goodnights', and then only Draco and Ginny remained.

“I'm not sleepy yet, are you?” Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” Draco replied. “But I am feeling rather randy at the moment,” he said, waggling his
eyebrows in a suggestive manner at Ginny.

“You're always randy, Draco! And besides, it's just starting to get good!” She said in
her best pouty voice.

“I think we can do better than that,” Draco said, winking at Ginny and beckoning her to him with
his finger.

On all fours she crawled the short distance between them, capturing his lips with hers. They
tumbled to the floor, completely forgetting about *B.U.G.s* and everything else as they rolled
around on the floor, entangled in each other.

*****

*(**Harry's Room)*

Cupping her heel gently, Harry's hand crept up Hermione's calf and down the front of her
leg. With his other hand now wrapped loosely around the heel of her patent leather shoe, Harry
kissed the top of her foot between crisscrossing straps. As his lips progressed upward over the
bands crossing her ankle he moved to unfasten the buckles, holding her shoe in place.

Nimble though his fingers may have been, they were no match for the dastardly silver buckles.
Growing a bit frustrated, Harry silently waved his hand over the tiny clasps and they soundlessly
unfastened themselves. A pleased smile spreading across his face, he slowly guided the shoe off her
foot.

Taking her other foot in his hand, Harry examined the remaining shoe. It was a sexy little
number; patent leather, four straps crisscrossing over the top of the foot while four more straps
snaked their way up the ankle. The ankle straps were held together with stone-studded buckles. As
he placed her foot upon his bent knee, he noticed how the 3 3/4 inch heel accentuated her slender
calf.

“Hermione,” Harry whispered against her leg as he kissed it, performing the unbuckling charm on
the clasps again.

Hermione licked her lips, “Yes?”

“Where on earth did you find such sexy shoes? And that dress? I've never seen you wear
anything so innocently you, yet so provocatively sexy.”

Hermione laughed softly at the look on Harry's face. His eyebrow was raised and he was
trying, rather unsuccessfully, to hide the half smile spreading across his boyish face. He was
massaging her foot, but all of his attention was focused on her eyes as he waited for her
reply.

“When Ginny owled me about coming to this party last week, she suggested we go shopping. I had
assumed we'd be going to Diagon Alley, but instead she took me to this lovely shop in London.
Ginny saw the dress in the shop window and was having a fit to try it on. It didn't fit her
though, too small, and it clashed horribly with her hair! So, she had me try it on and proceeded to
convince me to buy it. I found the shoes in the same shop.”

“They looked great on you,” Harry said softly. “You looked absolutely beautiful tonight, even
more so than at the Yule Ball in fourth year.” He paused, kissing the top of her foot. “You still
do.”

“Oh, Harry…do you really think so?” Hermione asked tentatively.

“No, I don't think so.” Harry paused for dramatic effect. “I know so. I've always known
so. I've just been too stupid to realize it.”

As he said this, he started kissing a light trail up her leg, covering every inch of the
invisible line with his lips. Harry allowed his eyes to travel up Hermione's nearly nude body.
When his eyes met hers he could not help but smile. *`How can she be so confident, yet so
insecure at the same time?'*

Though his lips were taking their time, his hands were being less than patient. While his lips
had not even reached Hermione's knee, Harry's hands had already made their way to her
thighs. As he placed both knees on the floor, Hermione leaned back, propping herself up on her
elbows. Her smile broadened as his lips reached her inner thigh.

Hermione bit her lower lip as Harry kissed his way up her delicate skin inch by inch. Her body
writhed when his fingers brushed her panties; Harry could feel the heat radiating from beneath the
sheer fabric. Leaning towards her, he ran his hands under her thighs and wrapped them around her
hips, his fingers sliding over the thin string of elastic resting just above the curve of her
arse.

Harry kissed a small half circle over the front of Hermione's panties, his lips deliberately
avoiding that sensitive curve, his fingers gently massaging the skin beneath the fabric. He could
tell she was becoming both anxious and a bit frustrated by the moans he was eliciting from her.
Harry teasingly ran his tongue up and down the middle of her moist panties.

“Oh, Harry,” Hermione sighed softly as Harry slowly began to draw her panties to the side,
exposing her soft curls.

*****

**A/N:** Yeah, I know ch 3 didn't end as fluffily as the other chapters have, but all of
that is being saved for ch 4! :p Don't kill me yet! There will be one last glimpse into the
spare bedroom, which will lead to a final encounter with the *B.U.G.* I can't promise that
ch 4 (which should be the final chapter) will be up by Christmas, but it should be up before the
year ends (maybe).

Also (can't believe I forgot this!) thanks once again to my outstanding beta's
(especially the Mayhem to my Mischief) & to Alicia for the link to the shoes!

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4. Leave Me Breathless
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**A/N:** *I am so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up! Please put down the pitch
forks & torches! Between the holidays, slight writers block, and the humorous inability to
catch Mayhem online, I was a bit slowed down.*

*I'm sure the wait will be worth it though ;) Also, there will be a 5th chapter, which
tells what happens w/the* B.U.G. *& other stuff. :)*

**p****s:** *if you can listen to Sugar Water while you read this, it may be very
helpful ;)*

**http://www.wickedcamaro.com/Cibo%20matto%20-%20sugar%20water.mp3

*****

**Chapter 4:** **Leave Me Breathless**

His arms still wrapped around her hips, Harry gently pulled Hermione towards him, causing her to
fall back against the bed, sliding across the sheets. She giggled as he drew her closer, the satin
tickling her back.

“What's with the sheets?” Hermione asked, her eyebrow raised.

“What? A guy can't indulge himself once in a while?” Harry asked, laughing at her as she
propped herself up once more.

Hermione was running her fingers over the smooth fabric when Harry kissed her again. Even though
she knew what was coming, his kisses still sent an electric current through her, and she quivered
involuntarily, letting out a shallow gasp when his lips met that sensitive spot between her thighs.
She fell backwards, completely at the mercy of his touch. When his tongue penetrated her, she
gripped the sheets tightly. Harry glanced up and became immediately captivated by the graceful
curve of her breasts lifting into the air as she pressed her head back into the sheets, the satin
rippling beneath her.

“Ha—rry!” Hermione said, her voice catching in her throat.

Harry smiled as he leaned back. Pulling his arms from under her, he slowly pulled her panties
over her arse and thighs, down her slender legs, and over her feet. He tossed them into their pile
of clothes.

“Now, where was I?” Harry mused as he gazed at her.

“I believe you were right—“ Hermione began, but the word `there' escaped in barely a whisper
as Harry resumed his previous endeavors. His wicked tongue made languorous circles over her hooded
bundle of nerves before plunging into her depths once more, while his thumb gently massaged her
towards ecstasy.

As much as he enjoyed prolonging Hermione's pleasure, Harry was becoming impatient. He
lightly kissed her inner thigh as he rose to his feet. When Hermione opened her eyes to look at
him, Harry offered her his hand. She grasped it and he gently pulled her to a sitting position. She
licked her lips as she caught sight of his erection straining against its silken cage.

A seductive smile spreading across her face, Hermione placed her hands on Harry's muscular
thighs, just below his boxers. In a languid motion she ran them up the length of the cool silk
until she reached the elastic waist. Hooking her thumbs onto it near the back, she pulled his
boxers down at a tantalizing pace, her fingers pressing lightly into his skin as they traveled down
his arse. Giving Harry a mischievous grin, Hermione kissed the tip of his erection. She was amazed
at its softness, and pleased when a loud moan escaped his pursed lips, his head rolled lazily
backwards, and his eyelids fluttered at her touch.

Harry gently lifted her off the bed, holding her loosely against him. She wrapped her legs
around his hips, his stiffness adjacent to the curve of her backside. He enveloped her soft lips in
an intense kiss, one hand supporting her neck, the other her arse. Honing his nimble Quidditch
reflexes, he maneuvered them onto the bed, crawling on his knees to its center. His left arm was
wrapped around Hermione's back, while his right was being used for leverage.

Lying her tenderly on her back, Harry propped himself up on his left elbow, his face hovering
slightly above hers. Closing her eyes, Hermione lifted up her head to reach him, kissing him
deeply. He cupped her face gently with his right hand; his fingers glided smoothly down her ivory
neck, tracing her collarbone before finding the swell of her breast. Taking the full weight of it
in his hand, Harry kneaded it delicately and languished in its suppleness, his thumb dancing back
and forth across her taut nipple.

Harry's fingers trailed feather-light down the smooth plane of her creamy skin. When his
fingers reached the area between her navel and her downy curls, Hermione giggled softly at his
tickling touch. Looking down upon him from her perch upon his pillows, Hermione caught his eyes and
smiled. Harry returned her smile as he drew small shapes on the canvas just below her navel. A
hushed moan escaped her lips each time his fingers brushed her delicate skin.

Licking her lips, Hermione ran her hand over her breast and down her stomach. Her fingertips met
his for a fleeting moment before she ran them lightly back up her abdomen, stopping briefly to
massage her nipple. Upon seeing this, a feral groan escaped Harry's throat and he lost his
fingers in her concealing curls. Sliding his middle finger into her hot, wet crevice, he allowed it
to penetrate her a few times before withdrawing completely.

Slipping his finger out, he ran his hand over the sensitive head of his penis, allowing her
wetness to mix with his own. Hermione licked her lips as Harry took his length in his hand and
stroked it slowly, his eyelids fluttering softly as his pace slowed to a lethargic crawl. Awakened
from his revive by Hermione's mewl, Harry opened his eyes to see her watching him. Her eyes
glistened with lust at the sight of him pleasing himself and she licked her lips eagerly,
desperately wanting him inside her.

A wry smirk played across his handsome features as he watched her watching him. Still lying on
his side and propped up on his left elbow, his hand still encircling his erection, he gently
pressed the tip of his penis into her slit. It took all of the willpower he could gather to keep
from releasing at that moment, as he slowly pulled back, his tip at her opening. In a deliciously
titillating manner, he penetrated her again, still allowing only his head to enter. Hermione
clutched the silken sheets desperately each time he did this; she knew that he was intentionally
driving her insane, and she savored every tantalizing second of it.

“Mmmm. Oh, Harry,” Hermione whispered, her voice low and sultry.

Unable to withstand the torture a moment longer, Hermione's middle finger sought out her
clit, rubbing it in a languid, circular motion, not realizing how much this would further arouse
Harry as he thrust forward, burying himself completely within her. Reveling in the feel of her
tight walls constricting around him, Harry unconsciously fell into rhythm with the song playing in
the background. Each time the drum sounded, he would thrust forward. Hermione quickly set pace with
the same melodic note.

“Hermione,” Harry breathed, “Oh God, you feel so good.”

Hermione's breathing was becoming fast and erratic as their synchronized pace quickened. The
satin sheets felt wonderfully cool against her burning skin. Their sheer, gentle caress and the
guttural growls Harry was uttering plunged Hermione into absolute ecstasy. Without realizing what
she was doing, she began to purr. It started softly in the back of her throat, but with each
thrust, it grew louder, more feral. Elation was peaking within her, spreading like wildfire from
her abdomen to the tips of her toes and fingers.

“Oh. My. God. Harry!” she cried, her orgasm rolling over her in great waves, her moans and
breathing escaping in a tumultuous eruption.

Her cries of ecstasy, joined with the dizzying feel of her clenching tightly around him, sent
Harry hurtling over the edge, into his own unassailable climax.

“Aah! Oh—yes!” he moaned loudly as he also became enveloped in his orgasm.

“ 'Mione,” Harry whispered, collapsing atop Hermione and rolling slightly to the side, still
buried deep within her.

Pulling the covers around them, Harry and Hermione wrapped themselves in each other's arms.
The cool satin extinguishing the fire of their skin, they just lay there, trying to catch their
breath. Her head rested against his chest, and his on top her soft, messy curls. They fell asleep
to the hypnotizing melody of each other's steadying breath.

Somewhere during the course of their orgasms, Hermione had swung her hand to the side to grasp
at the sheets. In doing so, she had inadvertently swatted at the then invisible, silver
*B.U.G*. Their elicited moans had been loud enough to mask the sharp thud of the magical
device as it smashed against the wall, falling soundlessly into their rumpled pile of discarded
clothing, and, now visible, it glistened against the silvery moonlight cast in through the
window.

As soon as the *B.U.G.* had hit the wall, the screen in the other room went black. None of
the occupants in the spare room had noticed. Draco and Ginny had long since retreated to their own
tents, just as the other occupants had more than an hour ago. Both rooms were now silent and dark,
apart from the slivers of moonlight casting soft shadows across the walls and floor.

*****

**A/N:** Thanks, once again, to Mayhem, my faithful beta & partner in crime. Also, a big
thanks to Bslehofer for some great ideas!

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5. Hell Hath No Fury…
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**Chapter 5: Hell Hath No Fury…**

They say *`Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned.'* Little did Harry's house
guests know that Hermione was about to give new meaning to that phrase.

*****

As the sun shone lazily into the spare bedroom of Harry's flat, a mild humming could be
heard. It appeared to be coming from a monitor showing a lovely static snowstorm. *`Wait,
that's not a snowstorm, it's just* *the effects of a broken visual connection*
*from the B.U.G. being knocked off-line earlier this morning**,'* Ginny thought as
she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

She tried to sit up, but found she was pinned under Draco's arm. As she was attempting to
free herself of its burden, a sharp, piercing sound filled the room. She shrieked loudly. Had there
not been a silencing charm on the tent, she would have woken the whole house. She did however
manage to wake Draco up.

“Bloody hell, woman! Can't a bloke get some sleep around here?” he asked, his voice heavy
with sleep and irritation.

“Didn't you hear that loud sound just now?” Ginny asked, her eyebrows hidden in her messy,
red tresses.

“No, I was too busy having some crazy redhead scream in my ear!” Draco shot back.

With an annoyed `hmph' Ginny got to her feet, scanning the floor frantically for her
dressing gown. The moment she found it, she made her way to the door of the tent, shoving her hands
clumsily through the gown's knotted sleeves. Once out of the tent, it dawned on her exactly
where the sound was coming from.

She covered her ears as the noise grew louder, almost deafening. Then, it stopped just as
suddenly as it had started. A voice came from the speakers. The snowy screen flashed a bright
white, and then filled with an extreme close-up of Hermione Granger. Draco peered at the screen
from behind Ginny's shoulder as he watched the blurred image sharpen and zoom out. He
chuckled.

“Looks like Granger found your little toy, Gin,” he said with his trademark sneer.

Ginny shot him her patented *do-you-really-want-a-Bat-Bogey-hex* glare and told him to
shush. She had to assess the situation to see just how much trouble she was in, because she knew
she was definitely in some. She sat on the floor in front of the monitor and watched, trying to
gauge the seriousness of her best friend.

*****

*(Inside Harry's room)*

Hermione had woken up before Harry did. She never recalled his being such a heavy sleeper during
their years together at school. Then again, he didn't have a dark lord looming over his
shoulders and invading his dreams anymore, so he probably slept quite soundly nowadays. As gently
as she could, Hermione removed his arm from atop her stomach and laid it beside him.

A lazy smile graced her face as she took a few moments to stare at Harry's peaceful form
beside her, tangled in the white satin sheets. He was lying on his stomach, arms and legs spread in
all directions. His hair spiked up in a thousand directions at once, and the covers were just
barely covering his arse. She giggled softly when she noticed he didn't have a tan line.

He looked simply adorable lying there, with all his worries tucked safely away. She did not dare
wake him yet. She knew they needed to talk, but also knew it could wait. Harry looked so peaceful
and innocent; she could not bear the thought of taking that from him just yet.

It took Hermione a moment to realize that their discarded pile of clothing was on his side of
the room. Pulling the covers back, she took one last look at her lover before pulling herself out
of bed. She hurried across the room, figuring she would put on only her dress, *`No need to put
my panties back on,'* she thought. Then, she would quietly go to the room she was supposed
to be staying in and change clothes there.

As she was picking up her wrinkled dress, she saw something fall onto the pile. Holding her
dress against her, she leaned down to examine what it was, and picked up the tiny, silver object
that looked remarkably like a beetle. She twirled it around in her fingers, peering at it
closely.

It failed to dawn on her what this little contraption was; she passed it off as being something
of Harry's from his journeys during the war. Placing it on his desk, she finished putting on
her dress and soundlessly left Harry's room for her own. Thanking the heavens that everyone was
still asleep (or at least appeared to be), she tiptoed to her room. Once inside, she tossed her
wrinkled clothing into her bag and set out clean clothes.

Hermione took a quick shower, and then charmed her hair dry. She was thankful that Harry had
charmed this guest room to have its own loo. Now dressed in a white baby tee and hip-hugging jeans,
she sat on the still-made bed and put on her socks and shoes. Pinning her hair up, she set off for
the kitchen, humming softly.

*****

*(Back inside Harry's room)*

Harry was beginning to stir. His arm and hand felt cold now that Hermione was no longer under
them. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Harry turned over towards where Hermione should have been,
frowning when he did not see her.

*`Surely she didn't just up and leave?!'* Harry thought frantically as he blinked
again and sat up. He looked around the room, but saw nothing to tell him that she was still there.
Frowning, he got out of bed and looked down at the pile of clothes. Hers were gone, though she had
left her shoes. *`Maybe she's still here,'* he thought, his smile returning.

Stretching lazily, he held his arms high above his head and stood on his tiptoes, working out
his sleepy muscles. As he walked towards his wardrobe, he noticed the silvery beetle on his desk
and assumed it was Hermione's. Paying it no further mind, he pulled out a fresh change of
clothes and proceeded to the shower.

As soon as he walked back into his room, Harry heard a knock at his door. Adorned with only a
loose-fitting towel and still dripping with water, he asked who was there.

“It's me, Harry,” came Hermione's voice, just loud enough to carry through the door.

A wide grin spread across his face, and he eagerly opened the door. He couldn't help but
chuckle when he saw Hermione's shirt. Printed in glittery red, it read, `Seekers Rock!' and
had a golden snitch printed in glittery gold.

“I bought it during sixth year Quidditch season after you became captain,” Hermione said,
noticing his reaction.

“Why have you never worn it before now?” Harry asked, a little hurt.

Hermione laughed softly and replied, “I have actually worn it to every game you've played
since I bought it. I would wear it under whatever I was wearing at the time. I was afraid that if
people saw it, they would jump to conclusions. And you had enough to deal with at the time without
having to fight off rumors about you and me…again.”

“Oh. I…I wouldn't have been bothered by that rumor a second time around. I was actually fine
with it the first time,” Harry said, smiling sheepishly as he remembered he was still dripping
water onto the carpet. “I should finish drying off before I get the whole floor soaking wet.”

They both blushed slightly, which, had Ginny and the others been watching, they would have found
this quite cute considering what they had been doing only hours before together. Hermione turned to
leave, but Harry stopped her, motioning for her to sit on the bed while he went back into the
bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned, wearing only a pair of Slytherin-green boxer shorts and
a smile, his hair still pointing in every direction.

Harry sat down beside her on the unmade bed. After a moment of awkward silence, they both
blurted out, “We need to talk,” then proceeded to insist that the other go first. Taking the
reigns, Hermione took a deep breath, and began talking.

“Harry…about last night and this morning…” She paused, trying to collect her thoughts. “Wow,
I'm a bit at a loss for words here. Imagine that.” They both chuckled lightly. “I…it…” she
stammered.

“It was wonderful,” Harry said. “It was magical. It was everything I've dreamed it would
be…and more.” Hermione nodded in agreement. “I wish that it had happened sooner, but I'm afraid
that had it, we may not have been truly ready for it. But I am happy that it has happened.”

Hermione nodded in agreement again, and continued, “Harry, where do we go from here? We've
been friends for so long that this,” she waved her hand around, indicating their situation, “just
feels so natural…so right. I mean, if you think about it…we've been together for,” she paused
again, but this time to count on her fingers, “about thirteen years.”

“Wow,” they both gasped in unison. Neither had ever really stopped to calculate exactly how long
they had known each other, how long they had been best friends. Neither had realized how long they
had loved the other without letting the other know.

“Well,” Harry began, “I suppose we should spend a bit more time alone. Seems almost all of our
time together, aside from fourth year, was and is spent with Ron. So, let's try going out a few
times, see where that leads us,” Harry said, shrugging his shoulders.

“What should we tell the others?” Hermione asked, looking a bit worried. “Should we tell them
that we're going to start dating, or should we keep it to ourselves for the time being? Until
we see what's going to happen?”

Harry screwed up his face in concentration before replying, “I guess we should keep it quiet,
but if anyone asks, we can say we're testing the waters?” He shrugged again, hating not having
a better answer.

Hermione smiled at his helplessness and leaned into him, resting her head on his bare shoulder.
She inhaled his cologne deeply and sighed. Lifting her head, she turned to face him, and then
pressed her mouth to his. Harry's tongue traced the line between her lips before she parted
them to allow him entry. They both wanted so much more from the kiss, but also would not allow it
to go any further.

Their lips drew apart, but they did not lean back. Instead, both stayed their ground, mouths
barely touching, breathing in each other. When Hermione finally pulled back, Harry opened his eyes.
Hermione's were still closed as she rose from the bed they had shared just hours before.
Turning to face him, she asked what he would like for breakfast, all but forgetting that there were
other people in Harry's flat who might want something as well.

“Surprise me,” Harry said as she walked out of his room, the door clicking shut behind her.

*****

*(Outside Harry's room)*

Hermione was on her way to the kitchen when the door to the spare bedroom opened. Ginny poked
her head out, smiling cautiously. Hermione's face lit up and she greeted the redhead warmly.
Ginny's cautious smile brightened as she realized that Hermione had not yet figured out what
had happened. As they walked to the kitchen, the younger girl informed Hermione that everyone was
up and getting ready.

“Cute shirt,” Ginny exclaimed. Had Hermione been looking at her, she would have seen Ginny's
knowing smirk, but, she wasn't, so she didn't. Once in the kitchen, they started breakfast,
the other girls soon joining them. Then the guys arrived to help set the table. In her earlier
years Hermione would have fussed about the men not helping to cook, but she had learned since then
that, aside from Harry and Draco, none of them actually *could* cook.

All throughout breakfast, Harry and Hermione kept stealing glances at each other. They prided
themselves in thinking they were being sneaky, but to everyone else they were painfully obvious. No
one said anything though, continuing to let the couple revel in their accomplishment. Ron beamed at
his best friends, knowing that they had finally realized their feelings for each other. After
breakfast everyone except Harry and Hermione returned to the spare room to put away their things to
return to their homes.

*****

*(Inside spare bedroom)*

“Whew! I don't think either of them has discovered the B.U.G. or what it does! Hermione
barely paid any attention to it! And Harry just glanced at it and walked off. Hopefully, neither
will discover what we've done. They'll absolutely kill us if they do!” Ginny paused to
catch her breath.

“If they do catch us, we deserve whatever punishment they throw at us,” Ron said, a look of mild
disgust on his face for having partaken in watching his best friends getting it on while thinking
they were alone. “Gin, I still can't believe you watched for so long.”

“We didn't watch much longer than you guys actually,” Draco replied. “In fact just a few
minutes after you guys went to *sleep*, Gin and I had a nice little romp on the floor.” Draco
waggled his eyebrows.

“Whoa! Too much information!” Ron exclaimed, shaking his head vehemently. “I do NOT need to know
what you and my *sister* are doing!!” Everyone, including Ron, burst into laughter at this
exchange.

*****

*(Meanwhile, in lounge)*

Figuring it would take a while for the others to collect their things, Harry and Hermione
retreated to the lounge. Hermione sat on one end of the sofa, Harry the other. It was a bit
awkward, sitting there like that. Each cleared his or her throat before gathering the courage to
begin.

“Harry—” she said.

“Hermione—” he said simultaneously.

They both laughed. This time, Harry went first. “Oh, before I forget, does that silver bug on my
desk belong to you?”

“No, I've never seen it before. I assumed it was yours,” Hermione said, placing her hand on
her chin in contemplation. “I found it on our pile of clothes this morning. Not quite sure why I
assumed it was yours…but I did.”

“*Accio* silver beetle!” Harry waved his hand dismissively in the air, summoning the object
in question.

Once it was in his hand, they both studied the gleaming item. Remembering how Snape had
attempted to find the secrets held in the Marauder's Map, Harry swept his hand over the B.U.G.,
muttering the spell their old professor had used. The B.U.G. instantly sprang from his hand,
landing on the coffee table.

Fred and George Weasley's voices filled the room, each one speaking an alternate sentence.
“Hello! You have just been B.U.G.ed, compliments of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes! What is a B.U.G.,
you may ask? Why, it's only the most brilliantly undetectable gadget known to wizard-kind! The
B.U.G. is an advanced form of surveillance for today's inquisitive witch or wizard. It
captures, broadcasts, and records high-quality audio and video. Best of all, thanks to it's
convenient cloaking ability, it is undetectable whenever necessary! Thank you for using
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes *Brilliantly Undetectable Gadget*!”

Harry and Hermione stood there in shock, watching the B.U.G. rise to its hind legs and wave each
of its remaining arms as Fred and George's speech ended. After being struck dumb for a few
minutes, new expressions crossed their faces. Hermione's eyes lit up with anger, a dangerous
leer twisting her pretty features. Harry on the other hand could not help but grin. He loved the
Weasley's inventions, and still delighted in the fact that he was the reason they were in
business.

Hermione glared at Harry, who quickly stopped smiling. Seeing the confused look on his face,
Hermione explained that the B.U.G. surely had been sent in to spy on them early in the morning
after they had retreated to Harry's room. Harry, having a bit of a voyeuristic streak in him
wasn't as upset about the whole situation as Hermione, but put on a mask of concern for her
sake.

Her eyes began to twinkle, and Harry began to get scared. He recognized that twinkle…it meant
Hermione Jane Granger had a wickedly brilliant idea. As she shared said idea with Harry, he could
not refrain from sniggering as he imagined her plan unfolding. They both agreed that they would
pretend as though they had not found out about the B.U.G., and therefore lure the others into a
false sense of security.

Having finished collecting their belongings, Harry's guests made their way to the lounge as
well, placing their bags by the fireplace. As they were putting their stuff down, a book fell to
the floor. Bending down to help Neville pick up his Herbology book, Draco caught sight of the
Slytherin-green waistband on Harry's boxers. Upon catching Harry's attention, Draco raised
an eyebrow and nodded appreciatively. Harry returned the gesture with a wink and a nod.

The group sat around talking for the next hour and a half. Harry and Hermione had mysteriously
triumphant looks on their faces, but when questioned, merely shrugged them off. Finally, it came
time for everyone to leave. Each couple Apparated with a pop, leaving only Harry and Hermione.

Alone again, Harry looked to Hermione and grinned. Her eyebrow raised, she asked him what he was
grinning about.

“Well, last night…this morning, rather, when we were making love, did you realize you were
purring? Like a cat?”

At this Hermione blushed profusely. Looking at the floor and playing with the hem of her
t-shirt, she nodded her head.

With a touch of amusement evident in his voice, Harry could not resist asking, “Do you always
purr when you're having sex?”

“No.” She breathed in deeply, then continued, “Only when I am really, *really* aroused.
It's a side effect from the Polyjuice incident from second year.”

“Oh. You were quite sexy as a cat, you know,” Harry said, waggling his eyebrows at her. She
swatted at his arm playfully. “Honestly though, has anyone ever told you how sexy that purr
is?”

“Well, no. You're the only one who's ever made me purr like that before,” Hermione said,
blushing again, but meeting his eyes to show her sincerity.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Hermione moved closer to Harry, their bodies only a hair away from touching. Standing on her
tip-toes, she kissed his bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she placed her hands
on his chest. As the kiss grew deeper, Hermione lifted her right foot, reminiscent of an old,
romantic Muggle film. They fell gracefully onto the couch just as it began to rain.

*****

*(Two Weeks Later)*

Ginny was walking through the front door of the house which she shared with Draco when an owl
alighted on her shoulder. She noticed an envelope attached to its leg. As soon she removed the
envelope, the owl took flight. Not expecting any mail, Ginny continued into Malfoy Manor.

Sitting down at the table in the kitchen, she was just about to open the envelope when Draco
sauntered into the room.

“Who's the post from?”

“Looks like it's from Hermione and Harry,” Ginny said, flipping the envelope over a few
times in her hand. “It's got both our names on it.”

“Maybe it's an invitation to a party to celebrate their two week anniversary?” Draco asked,
laughing at his clever wit.

Ginny fingered the envelope open, but stopped as she glimpsed crimson within. But that
didn't stop the Howler from flying out of the envelope and growing vicious teeth.

*“HOW DARE YOU TWO SPY ON US LIKE THAT?! FRED AND GEORGE TOLD US ABOUT THE B.U.G. AND WHAT IT
IS USED FOR! IF YOU EVER DO SUCH A THING AGAIN WITHOUT OUR CONSENT, I WILL PERSONALLY HEX YOU BOTH
TO OBLIVION!!”*

Hermione's voice was still ringing throughout the halls as the Howler erupted into flames.
Ginny picked up the envelope, cautiously looking inside it to make sure it was empty. It
wasn't. Five tiny pieces of folded paper fell from it. Each piece of paper was folded into a
small bird. As soon as they began falling from the envelope, Ginny and Draco heard one word escape
from the folds of the now-crumpled envelope.

*“Avis!”*

The moment the spell was uttered, the paper birds came to life, attacking the startled pair. At
the same time at the respective homes of each one of Harry's guests from that fated night, a
flock of tiny birds were fervently clawing and biting. Poor Ron, being all too familiar with
Hermione's Avis charm, could not quite make it behind the bathroom door before the tiny
canaries bombarded him and Luna.


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A/N: Thanks once again to my partners in crime (betas), Robin & Betsy! You guys are
awesome!

Ps: in case anyone is interested in what the B.U.G. looks like, here ya go!

http://home.triad.rr.com/mischiefmanaged/bug.jpg

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